wrapped in the poetry,
the rise, the wane, the ache
of unrestrained love,
they ascend on the wings of words
in concert with the cosmos
until time reclaims the moon,
and tides are stilled,
and gulls are gone,
and tall yellowed grass bends under silent winds,
and towering pines weep,
and oceans speak in a muted bell,
and a thread of light from the sole surviving star
invades their dusty dream,
and restless shadows rekindle ashen desires
in a prolonged cosmic heartbeat…
and time sings off-key.
Sheila
the offkilt swagger and stagger of intimacy.
the way a look sends explicit implicit notes of knowing impaling intensity.....
you hit all the right spots with this one.
its a soft sultry splendour.
and of course, my voodoo eyes read 'oceans s.peak'...and muted bell reminds me of plath, drowning herself [belljarish] and all her starcrossed love being. . ..
this is furiously flowing and crazily invasive.
like a shadowplay of serendipity.
yep
> <
Blessings and Love - Micke
and anyone with a heart can relate to these beautiful words
you pen here... Wonderful!!
Thanks for sharing this today.
Carole~
Blessings ...
:)Christine
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
"Until time reclaims the moon" ... Whew. Blow this ol' lady away.
Write on, dear friend.
P
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
I enjoyed your poem and listen for the cosmic heartbeat.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
This has silkworm skill, a cocoon of natural sensuality romantically and elegantly woven; personally I like the dominant use of 'and' - it compels not just the poem but the reader and MacLeish's point is validated.
John
Love,
Eileen
Newfie hugs, Rose
oh how beautiful this entire poem captivates my thought processes!
Lovely Gene! Very Lovely!
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Have a great day
The Buzzard